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Janet Veil
Cliff. Ending. Stop.
We had no idea that we were running so decidedly for the side of a Cliff.
This is the Hemingway Ending.
The full Stop.
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Over your shoulder,
the trees
burn
like stolen tusks. What
did I miss
when I turned
to look at you?
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